You and Roach had been dating for years now and there was always something about you he adored. It was something you hated but he loved.

You had been a victim of experiment labs and your personality had been altered and your bodily needs altered to one’s somewhat of a cockroach. Meaning warm, dark, small and especially damp places were your heaven.

You and the 141 had just come back off a mission and you were cold and dry. Roach could tell how uncomfortable you were with the way you fidgeted.